Eli: boss of the world

Now that Eli is 2 (and going on 2 and a half), he's the boss of everything. And his demands, while dictatorial, are also hilarious. Here are some of the things he demanded that I do in the last 24 hours: "Eat my foot." "Do the robot." "Stand right there for the morning." (i.e., stand in the doorway all night long) "Get me my eggs and ketchup." "Go get a book. I stay here in the big bed." This is all usually accompanied by princely pointing or, at minimum, Imperious Tone. I guess I can't let him get away with it for long. I also realized when I was holding him and singing "Twinkle Twinkle" last night that his little foot came all the way down to the middle of my thigh. Sigh.